Dodging Bullets With A Buddha Lost In Lagos

weaving from knifes in a village of gurus carved out innocence in the deserts starry eyed star crossed lovers fiendish frauds sail a pirate boat filled with loathing their tide surrounds us both are sinking they and the innocent drown in a faithless wave that corrupts transition is a veneer blistered by the sun the scent of confusion confuses everyone only the week are strong only the humble are godly only the meek shall inherit who we really are dodging bullets from a getaway car weaving from knifes without a scar only the weak are strong only the humble are godly lets all pray we know and share who they are...